Although it can be difficult to separate the two, there
are benefits to making two piles instead of just one. By
separating the two types of failures, it is easier to
persevere through good failures. It may hurt to have your
Business proposal shut down for the fifteenth time, but
it isn't necessarily a bad failure.
By separating the two, you can also avoid more bad
failures. If you fail because of laziness, indecision or
poor planning, you can quickly correct those in the
future. Knowing the difference between good and bad
failures keeps you from repeating stupid mistakes.
Monday, 30 March 2009
Thursday, 1 January 2009
through the night
But I did make it through the night and early in the morning the neurosurgeon decided to
operate. However, he quickly informed my family and Sharon that my chances of surviving the
surgery were only 40/60. If this were not bad enough, the neurosurgeon further shocked my
family by telling them what life would be like for me if I beat the odds and survived. He
said I probably would never walk, talk, or be able to understand even simple commands.
My family was hoping and praying to hear even the slightest bit of encouragement from that
doctor. Instead, his pessimistic words gave my family no reason to believe that I would ever
again be a productive member of society. But once again I beat the odds and survived the
three and a half hours of surgery.
Granted, I still could not talk, my entire right side was paralyzed and many people thought
I could not understand, but at least I was stable. After one week in a private room the
doctors felt I had improved enough to be transferred by jet ambulance to Del Oro
Rehabilitation Hospital in Houston.
operate. However, he quickly informed my family and Sharon that my chances of surviving the
surgery were only 40/60. If this were not bad enough, the neurosurgeon further shocked my
family by telling them what life would be like for me if I beat the odds and survived. He
said I probably would never walk, talk, or be able to understand even simple commands.
My family was hoping and praying to hear even the slightest bit of encouragement from that
doctor. Instead, his pessimistic words gave my family no reason to believe that I would ever
again be a productive member of society. But once again I beat the odds and survived the
three and a half hours of surgery.
Granted, I still could not talk, my entire right side was paralyzed and many people thought
I could not understand, but at least I was stable. After one week in a private room the
doctors felt I had improved enough to be transferred by jet ambulance to Del Oro
Rehabilitation Hospital in Houston.
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